she said
nothing

the bite of winds
not carrying her voice
shudder my spine

her eyes are empty
like the moment i lost faith

the wind still blows
biting
bitter

broken promises
dance on her breath
their steps gentle
soft
“killing me softly”
as the old tune goes

the last time i felt her touch
my heart went…
break
hung crooked
obtusely
pumping for dear life
but dear life wast home that day
didnt hear its pumping
cudnt hear its echo
over the gentle steps on her breath

then still crooked hanging
my heart was anchored
my spine stiffened like a lighting bolt
to an external fixater
my heart never fell to pieces
but it was half way there…
crooked
now
it pumps
crooked and irregular

so when u meet me and
think sumthings a lil
off
it starts at my core
running off of lighting bolts

after lighting’s edge
all that cae was rain

its rained ever since
since…ive only really loved the rain

but
after the moment
she said nothing

the rain whispered

made me half un empty again

since the lightings edge
i’ve really only loved the rain

she whispers me back from
the the winds bitter broken biting breath

so when it rains

i still cry on the inside im happy to hear her again

so when it rains
i listen
lightning bolts
still got me pumpin strong
crooked
irregular
but strong

and rain
i always miss her voice

im always waiting to hear her
whisper

theres no symphonies
lullabies
or sonnets greater

and all i can ever say
whenever i hear the wind now

“lighting’s edge deliver
come rain and whisper.”